King of Games 3: Great War (OP Gamer Male Reader x Crossover)

Prologue-Three Years Later

THE GOOD

In the dark winter of the tundra, there was an abandoned church dedicated to the worship of Roman Gods. There were multiple guards dawned in armor and bearing guns walked around the perimeter. Unknown to them, a certain individual with a head scarf and dragon medallion was walking towards them wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. As he walked, he turned his exposed arm into a white dragon's claw, causing it to triple in size as white scales emerged from the part. This individual didn't care about stealth, since he walked in a tired fashion and his lengthy (h/c) hair was only held out of his face by the headscarf.

"Stop right there, or we will be forced to shoot!" The guards shouted in sync, making the individual raise his head to look at the two guards with his (e/c) eyes with bags under them.

In response to this, the individual didn't stop, instead he kept on running towards them with his called hand ready to tear while the other hand appeared to limp. In response to this, the soldiers pulled out a series of grenades and threw them at the indivudal, but the bullets didn't slow him down at all. Instead, he seemed to be heading towards them with different intentions now. Still, the grenades hit him head on and blew his body to bits. The soldiers merely scoffed at the sight before them as the snow began becoming red from the blood.

"Wait, guys, look at that necklace!" One of the soldier's pointed at the necklace that was wrapped along with the headscarf, making the soldiers go wide eyed. "It's King (Y/N), The Dragon Sin of Wrath and the new Ouryuu!"

"You know, it's rude to blow up people you just met." The mouth got out in a quiet voice, scaring the soldiers enough to shoot at the head again.

However the bullets were deflected by the golden scales that were appearing on (Y/N)'s skin, at the same time, his legs flung themselves at his torso and reattached themselves. The arms summoned a strange looking spear, [Chastiefol] before making the spear fly towards the series of soldiers while the arms let go to reattach back to the main body. Sickening cracks were heard in the area as (Y/N)'s body pieced itself together. Once his torso was back together, the body stood on one knee as the head flung itself from the snow.

The head balanced it's former neck to the base of the neck as skin began regenerating between the injury, causing bones, tissue, and skin to be visible in the process. Once the neck regenerated, golden scales covered the area that was regenerated before [Chastiefol] suddenly began spinning rapidly. The force of [Chastiefol] spinning alone was able to knock out some of the guards, but some managed to back away from the spear before it could hit them. In response to this, (Y/N) dismissed the spear and summoned [Courechouse] in his clasp.

"Shoot to kill!" One of the soldiers ordered, making the man groan in annoyance before using his normal hand to catch all of the bullets. "Our reports didn't tell us anything about this!"

"That's because the reports are three years old, and gamers can sure as hell level up in that timeframe." (Y/N) bluntly said as he flung one end of the quarter staff at the guards. "Use skill: [Snatch]."

In an instant, the quarterstaff glowed (f/c) and all of the guards' weapons were now in (Y/N)'s blank white claw, shocking all of the guards before crushing all of the weapons with his immense strength. The guards tried running away, but (Y/N)'s eyes suddenly turned draconic and glowed in the dark, causing all of the guards to suddenly drop to their knees due to paralysis. (Y/N) slowly walked to each and everyone of the guards after dismissing [Courechouse] in a flash of gold and blue.

Once he arrived at the first guard, he merely stood in front of the guard as the young boy started crying. This guard was no older than 18, yet he was being forced to fight in a war in a world he had no idea existed. However, (Y/N) still had work to do, so he pulled out a vial of a (f/c) liquid. Much to the boy's fear, (Y/N) poured the liquid down his throat and forced him to drink it. Surprisingly, the liquid tasted rather sweet, and the boy felt his limbs fall to the sudden warmth before collapsing completely. The rest of the guards were defenseless and fearful to the (h/c) haired man, who merely looked at each of the guards with an amused glint in his eyes before forcing the liquid down the last one's throat.